The superbowl is good for two things: commericals and eating obsense amounts of food guilt free (We even heard that in America that 8 million pounds of guacamole would be consumed). Here, however, we didn't get commercials or a toilet "bowl" filled with chips and dip. But we did watch the game. The entire thing.

I don't think I've ever watched an entire football game, let alone a Superbowl but Molly and I dutifully made it to the bar by 11am to support our friend, Lindsay (Eagles Superfan #1)and Jacksonville, Florida.

My resturant owns a bar called Buffalo that opened early for us to watch the game and served happy hour drinks for the duration of the game. A good amount of people came from work but I have to admit it was the oddest group of people put in one room to watch an American sporting event

. In one corner there was Lindsay, a lesbian couple who had sat in my section the night before (who were Eagle Superfans #2 and #3) and another guy from Minnesota who we randomly met that day (who became Superfan #4). The group of them sat as close to the tv as possible and all wore hand painted Eagles shirts and cheered and cried along with the eagle players. Then in the back were all our managers who were just there for the cheap beer and to buy shots when they deemed it appropriate. Off to the side were a bunch of straglers who were there because they thought the group of managers were cute and fun.

And then, situated on a bench with the pool table as our "bar" was Molly, Matt from New Zealand, Kierin from Australia, Jorgan from Norway and me. Collectively we formed a group that didn't understand football and didn't really care. Every once in awhile I would use a random football term like "huddle" or "incomplete" to wow everyone I was sitting with, but of course I wasn't too convincing. Luckily for us Jorgan from Norway was there to explain the rules to us. And he knows the rules because he plays a lot of Madden on Playstation. He's always the Green Bay Packers when he plays and just talked about them the whole time. A Norweigin was explaining the rules he learned from Playstation...we're such girls.

By half time we were getting bored so Molly and the Superfans went to another bar to buy American hotdogs (because hotdogs here are sausages that are deep fried and on a stick) and buy the third quarter we were really bored

. Since, by default, we were Eagles fans Molly and I decided we needed favorite players. Mine became Pinkston because I liked his corn rows and my favortie color is pink. Molly chose Westbrook who scored a touchdown. But when Pinkston got hurt we decided we needed a new game. We then decided to guess how many players with the last name Brown were involved in the match. Turns out there were only two...one on each team. I guess that made Kierin the winner since his guess was 3.5.By fourth quarter we were out of games to play and our Canadian friend Bert told us of a hockey game they play back home. Each person takes a different player and everytime their name is spoken or written on the screen you have to drink. It makes sense..."so and so passes to so and so and it's back to so and so." Then we were mad that we didn't institute that game at the beginning.

The Eagles lost and our group was hoping that the Superfans would take to the street and riot. We even thought about going looting ourselves...but then that dreamed died when we all had to leave to get to work on time.